It had to be said that although the knight bus was uncomfortable to ride, its speed was very fast.
Nestled in Hermione's arms, Lynn kept her eyes fixed on the front windshield of the knight bus.
No matter how congested the road was, the knight bus could squeeze through.
Even cars parked by the roadside, utility poles, and houses would move out of its way.
So the driver drove recklessly, without the slightest awareness of a speed limit.
It would only pause slightly when encountering someone crossing the street or a traffic light.
Was it because letting people "automatically" move aside might be discovered? Lynn made a deduction in her mind.
After the two passengers in front reached their destination, the knight bus once again came to a sudden halt; it was none other than Diagon Alley.
The seven children, all with faces as white as paper, supported each other as they stepped off the bus.
As soon as he got off the bus, Ron ran to a tree pit on the side and vomited profusely; Harry patted his back hard while trying to keep himself as far away as possible.
Penelope, Maranhao, and Marietta supported each other, panting heavily.
Lynn's face was also somewhat pale, but her expression remained unchanged.
She didn't show any heavy breathing or nausea; she could even turn around to support Hermione.
Imitating Maranhao's action of stroking Marietta's back, she slowly rubbed Hermione's back to help her breathe.
"Aren't... aren't you uncomfortable?" Hermione covered her chest to suppress the nausea, looking up at Lynn, who had no reaction other than a pale face.
Lynn shook her head expressionlessly, her tone indifferent. "This feeling of nausea is too weak; I won't feel like vomiting."
Hermione instinctively felt something was wrong with that sentence, but in her discomfort, she couldn't think too deeply about it.
The seven children hadn't rested for even five minutes when The Weasley Family came out of the Leaky Cauldron; they had only just seen Lynn and the others outside.
At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Granger arrived, having just stepped out of a private car.
"Good heavens," Mrs. Granger said, looking at Hermione, who was being supported by Lynn with a pale face and constant nausea. She quickly stepped forward and handed her a Peppermint, not forgetting to give one to Lynn as well. "What happened?"
Hermione unwrapped the Peppermint and put it in her mouth; the cool taste instantly rushed into her nasal cavity and reached her brain, and the feeling of nausea was instantly pushed back quite a bit.
"Merlin... I finally feel better," Hermione sighed.
Beside her, Lynn spoke truthfully, "We came on the knight bus; that bus was driven too aggressively."
The seven children present all received Peppermints distributed by Mrs. Granger, while Mrs. Weasley gave each of them a Scourgify.
This was outside the Leaky Cauldron, where there were Ignoring Charms and Muggle-Repelling Charms, so there was no need to worry about being seen.
Behind Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George walked up behind their brother with "ill intent."
"Oh! The knight bus," Fred said melodramatically.
"Remember the first time little Ronny rode it," George said, winking at Fred.
"He even cried!" they said in unison.
"What a pity," Fred shook his head.
"He didn't cry this time," George nodded in agreement.
Ron, having recovered a bit, gave them a fierce glare.
Once everyone had recovered, they all politely greeted the two pairs of parents present.
Then they walked together into the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley.
Even after entering Diagon Alley, Mrs. Weasley was still thanking Lynn. "I'm really grateful you invited Ron; I hope he didn't cause you any trouble."
Beside them, Ron's face had already turned almost as red as his hair.
Lynn shook her head calmly, her face showing no change. "No, Ron didn't cause me any trouble."
Mrs. Weasley affectionately patted Lynn's head, while Mr. Weasley was excitedly asking Mr. and Mrs. Granger about things in the Muggle World.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger were also asking him about the Wizarding World, such as the knight bus that had just made the seven children so miserable.
After hearing Mr. Weasley talk about the knight bus, Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at each other and both felt that perhaps Muggles were better when it came to driving.
Walking in front of them, Hermione, who was holding Lynn's arm, expressed that she felt the same way.
The first place to go in Diagon Alley was, of course, Gringotts; Harry and The Weasley Family all needed to withdraw money.
Hermione also needed to exchange the money her parents had given her for Galleons.
Lynn stood quietly beside Hermione, watching her exchange Pounds for Galleons with the goblin teller.
Maranhao, Marietta, and Penelope stood nearby, extremely curious as they looked at the Pounds Hermione had taken out.
"Is this the currency of the Muggle World?" Marietta stood on her tiptoes to get a clear look at the banknotes in Hermione's hand.
"Yes," Mrs. Granger, who was nearby, responded gently, while reaching into her own purse to take out several banknotes of different denominations to hand to Maranhao and the others.
The three of them took the banknotes and looked at them curiously, and Penelope nodded thoughtfully.
"This is indeed convenient; at least it's lighter than Galleons."
The three of them finished looking and handed the banknotes back to Mrs. Granger, but she waved her hand.
"Later, the four of us adults are going to a pub outside to have a drink; keep this money for yourselves to go look around, consider it my treat for ice cream, how about that?"
Since Mrs. Granger had put it that way, Maranhao and the others couldn't refuse; they could only thank her politely and then take the banknotes to the goblin teller to experience the feeling of exchanging money themselves.
While Hermione was exchanging her money, Lynn's gaze remained on her.
Consequently, the Goblin serving her also came into her view.
She saw clearly that although the Goblin's words and sentences were very polite, its eyes were looking askance at Hermione from above.
Lynn, who knew some micro-expression analysis, subconsciously judged that this Goblin's true attitude toward Hermione was one of contempt.
When Hermione returned, Lynn looked at her smiling face, and with a pang in her brain, she spoke up involuntarily.
"That Goblin looks down on you."
The smile on Hermione's face faltered for a moment, and she nodded helplessly.
She reached out and gently hugged Lynn, resting her head on Lynn's shoulder.
"I know; I've noticed it since the first time I came to Gringotts last year. They're just like those Pure-blood families; they look down on Muggles and Muggle-born Wizards."
Lynn turned to look at Hermione without any feeling in her heart. "Aren't you angry?"
Hermione looked up at this person who never had any emotions asking if she was angry, and she smiled and shook her head with pursed lips.
"I'm not angry, because that's their prejudice, their mistake. I shouldn't hurt my own body by being angry because of someone else's mistake."
"Once I'm excellent enough, whether it's the Wizards of the Pure-blood families or these Goblins, they won't be like this anymore."
Lynn nodded indifferently, but her brain suddenly became muddled, and a jarring sensation spread through her chest.
It was as if something wanted to burst out; she seemed... somewhat urgently wanting to do something, but what did she want to do?
And why did she want to do it?
If someone could have experienced her feeling, they would have told her that this feeling was called an impulse.
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